Chapter 138 – Barbarians in the Arena

The day of the last game dawned.

Raising my condition to the optimal state, I visited the arena early in the morning. My whole body was full of energy. If it was now, I was confident that I would be able to defeat any opponent.

As it is the last game of the Barbarian, it would be a professional attitude to show the best game. That is the last gift I send to the fans who cheered me up until now.

ㅡPapat!

Before entering the arena, I simply checked the condition of my body by unfolding the real estate law. Outstretched arms, strong legs. Balanced posture. The body was balanced with trained muscles, and the right power was applied in straight movements.

Good night. There is no problem.
Optimal condition.

After loosening up and doing some simple stretching, I entered the arena.
It was underground, so it was quite chilly inside.

It is sunny air.

“Where is Durvan?”

Last week, I rejected the arena offer and left right away, so I didn’t hear a detailed explanation of the game concept. Durvan was nowhere to be seen. You have to get the costume anyway, so you should listen to the story while listening to the concept.

“Ghehehe, there is no Durban.”
“What kind of small grain is that?”

As I was looking for Durvan, a gladiator who was crossing his arms in the dark spoke to me with a bizarre smile.

No, have you been there? I couldn’t detect any presence at all.
It was like a professional shop.

“He told me to tell him to wear the gear there.”
“What happened?”
“Well. You look busy.Hehe!”

Where the gladiator pointed, there was a box containing costumes. Well, just because I didn’t hear the concept doesn’t mean I can’t play. I am pro Improvisation can be said to be basic knowledge.

Just by looking at the outfit, the scenario pops up in my head.

After taking off my clothes, I checked the inside of the box.

“Well?”

What was rarely included was not a ‘costume’ but ‘armor’.

Upon closer inspection, it looked like the armor worn by gladiators.

What?
Would you have declined the offer?

Well… It doesn’t matter what the clothes are. I guess that’s just the concept. Isn’t it not that he suddenly told me to go to the main game? Rather, it would be better if it was not a piece of cloth but an armor. In the meantime, the costumes were fun, but there was no defense.

ㅡ It’s okay.

Picked up the armor.

“Hoo?”

It was a barb protector that stretched from the shoulder to the back of the hand. Looking at it, it looked like it would definitely protect both arms, but there was no breastplate to protect the upper body. It was literally a traditional gladiator-like armor.

The barb protector was draped over both arms and secured with a string. It was made of barbs, so it was more free than I thought, and the lining is also made of soft material. I could feel the weight, but it didn’t interfere with moving my arms at all.

Then she put on long leather boots with steel plates stuck in her shins and insteps, and finally put on a chain skirt fastened to a belt around her waist her.

Today, the armor is quite full.

“It’s fine.”

I put on all her gear her and tried to move her body her.
It is an armor that is as active as it is in optimal condition.

At this rate, both arms protected by barbed armor and lower body surrounded by chains and iron plates would certainly be protected. The upper body and head are empty, but it doesn’t matter too much. Because it always has been

You won’t get hurt today.
Good combat power comes from good equipment.

Since I was wearing iron around my body, I felt a sense of self-confidence.
I must fight fiercely today.

Now wait for a while, and when your name is called, you will be able to enter.

“You don’t look like a rookie anymore because you’re dressed like that.

The gladiator who was watching me spoke.

“Is that so?”
“I hope you will soon become our teammate. Hehe!”
“Unfortunately. I’m also a person with a livelihood.”
“Guhuhuhu… I’m very sorry… Guhuhuh!”

It’s something I always feel, but I couldn’t have a proper conversation with this gladiator man. He was always laughing like a broken radio somewhere. The laughter that penetrated the conversation was not clear whether it was an attempt to interrupt the other person or to emphasize one’s own words.

If that laugh had a color, it would probably be purple.
Purple is the color of death.

Well, today is the last time I see this man face to face.

—Barbarians! Entrance!

Soon it was game time. I turned my head. There was a crackling sound. He drew his sword. The scabbard was properly placed on the wall, and the sword was brought. He gripped his handle tightly and turned his wrist.

I like the grip.

After shaking the gladiator’s hand appropriately, he went up to the ground. The sunlight pouring in from the exit made me feel like the god Abraxas. If so, am I a bird that breaks the egg and moves on?

Good night. Today’s me is Birdman Kim Katt.

A Birdman who will triumphantly fly to my god, a Birdman who will ram his beak into a man’s skull and suck out his brains!

ㅡWowaaaaa!!

A thunderous roar greeted me.
I stood in the arena.

“Who is going to stand against me?

My cry echoed through the arena. This is what true acablowjob is. A voice that overwhelms the world with only the pure human voice without the help of any instrument!

“No no no no it!!!! Today’s barbarian! Oh my God! I came out wearing normal clothes!!! What nonsense! I can’t believe it!!”

The moderator who saw my normal outfit was shocked.

Well, in the meantime, I’ve only worn weird clothes, but I’ve never worn normal clothes like this. I responded by raising my sword high.

“My! Opponent! Who is it!”

ㅡCheolkyung!

Immediately, the iron window on the other side opened.

Who is today’s opponent! Goblin? Kobold? Play? Anything is good! Because today I am invincible! No matter who the opponent is, you won’t lose!

“His opponent is the old executioner of us.

What? Executioner?

“An old orc who has become one-eyed!!! It’s a beolberja!!!!!!!!!!”

ㅡWow!
ㅡLet’s earn money! Let’s earn!
—-Orc! Oak!

I had a gut feeling that I was screwed.

“Durvan you bastard…”

The cheers of the audience rang out. Like crawling through an iron cage, no. The one who walked out was an orc with green skin and a rugged figure.

“Bulberja! Our idol who was famous for executing wicked criminals! An evil and merciless Orc! That’s Bulberjaaaaa!!!”

Born-in-law.
I’ve only heard about the orcs, but I’ve never seen them before.

Step by step, the orc finally came out of the cage completely. My heart went cold escape? I looked back. The iron bars are closed. Arena walls? Too high.

…There was nowhere to run.

“…Sir.”

The cold body rings the alarm bell of death.

“This is a chewy chewy…”

The desire for simultaneous survival soared to the limit.

“Is this the Bulber’s retirement game today? Oh! The executioner who has been executing sinners in the arena for a long time!

The host’s lengthy explanation sounded empty.

“But my God! This old orc couldn’t overcome his wounds and fell ill! He was an executioner-orc, but he’s grown old already! Maybe this will be a farewell match for Vulberja who is close to death!”

Did Durvan cheat on me?
Or the arena’s retribution for rejecting the offer?

No, do orcs go into low-level monsters in the first place?

Obviously, the contract would have said to deal with gnolls, goblins, kobolds, and other weak little monsters. This is a clear breach of contract. Orcs are weak little monsters?

Fuck!

But even if I shout at the contract here, it won’t help.

“Really!!!! Who will win! Will Katt, the barbarian warrior who is a rising powerhouse, win, or will Bulbeoja, our executioner, even though he is old and sick, win aaaaa!”

The audience was also excited.
It sounded like it was ringing in my ears.

ㅡQuaang!

The iron cage that had imprisoned the orc closed again.
There was no exit.

“The game! Let’s start!”

Fucked up, really fucked up.

I felt seriously fucked. I had never seen orcs, but I had heard that they were a very strong and brutal race. He looks like a human, but a monster that’s just that.

I looked up and saw an orc in front of me.

Old orc. One-eyed Oku. Executioner Orc. Sick orc. His name His was Bulbeoja. He was shorter than me, but the muscles around his broad shoulders he still looked strong, and his bloated stomach he looked very firm.

Most of all, his molar teeth sticking out of his mouth, and his sunken nose. He was shorter than I was, but that seemed to be due to his slouch. Is the skeleton itself like that? In terms of weight, it was about the same as mine.

Is that a sick, old orc?

ㅡ Jerking and bucking.

The beolberja walked slowly toward me. What he was holding in his hand was a solid black stick and an old, sharpened hatchet. He is wearing only one pair of leather shorts.

The armament itself was above me. But other than that, there is no information at all. The urge to run away boiled over. But there was nowhere to run. The only way to get out of here is to kill that orc.

Hasn’t it always been like that?

—Gulp.

Saliva passed anxious. Anxious. Anxiety, ominous.
Fear gripped my body like black tentacles.

Win?
Fight?
Run away?

…Sir.

I can’t even figure out where to start.

I followed Bulber Jar’s movements, alerting him and backing away. I couldn’t measure the distance between him and him. If you suddenly throw an axe, you will die the moment you make a mistake.

Exploration continued. The host made a noise, and the audience screamed.
The orc also realized my hesitation.

Not good.

—-It was then.

“Chwiik!”

The orc cried out.

“What’s?
“Chwiik!!”
“This Mr. Pallum!!”

Somehow ‘Chwiik!’ Hearing that, anger began to rise. When an orc chuffers, what a dragon, ‘Krwawwawwawwa!’ Are you trembling, you motherfucker! Make sense!

“Keeeee!!!”

I too shouted. Good night. What would you do if you were scared before a fight? I win Am I not Kim Katt, the barbarian who even cut down Dryad, the great monster of destruction?

Can win! He’s old, he’s sick, and he’s even lost an eye!

Fall behind the ground
Only the victors can get out of here alive!

Then there is no other way but to win!

“Chwiiiiik!!!”

Beolberja also roared as if in response to me.

Grasp the knife and take a stance. Twist his muscles Breathe in to your limit. My weapon is my bastard sword. However, Bulberja’s weapons are only a black wooden stick and a hand ax.

If you pay attention to the sudden throwing of the hatchet, you will be able to hit it with the weapon to some extent. Because I liked the weapon itself better. Orcs are also humanoid monsters, so they will not be able to escape the limits of their bodies after all.

ㅡPay!

Kicked the ground

If you have less power, you just need to increase the speed.
Go recklessly

Nothing is easier to kill than a crouching opponent. If you want to fight and survive, there is no other way than to actively rush in and attack. Apparently, it’s an orc with a reputation as an ‘execution’. You must have more experience in ‘games’ than me.

But if it’s ‘real’ experience, I won’t bow down.

Because my three years were filled with life-and-death struggles against giant monsters!

“Hwanwoong!”

I didn’t have a god to call out to, so I just shouted the name of Hwanung, the native god of the nation. There are Buddhas too, but he is a non-deathist. What is jesus I went to church once when I was in elementary school.

Then it would be right to call upon Hwanung.

“Chwiiik!!”

Swung a knife

“Keeeee!!!”

Bulbeoja and I collided.